Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Of Course

“Of course this dimension wouldn’t be like a normal forest,”
I mutter to no one, reaching for a branch to pull myself out of the schlop. Snap.

Of course.

“’Meet me at half-past the thirteenth hour,’ she says, as if
that’s as easy as swiping a swollen plum from the tree out back.” I shake
clumps of mud and bracken off my hands, but nothing will do but to wipe them on
my crumpled robe.

I grimace at the black crescent residue still under my nails. I flick them, then look up at the sky.

Sigh.

“So I’m here,” I say toward the trees, spinning a slow
circle. I’m distracted by the mud between my toes. “I’m here at exactly
half-past, but where’s she? Declares an emergency of catastrophic proportions
and then where, I ask. Just where is she?”

“Whoever are you talking to, Henrietta?” a laughing voice
filters down through the canopy.

“Myself, of course,” I reply, fisting my hands on my hips as I turn to the sound. “I’m a
perfectly fine person to talk to, don’t you think?”

Of course she is an awesome person to talk to! Can I talk to her some more please?!? Can you talk to her some more please???? I loved this, I'm loving these prompts and these fantastice worlds we are sewing the seeds of.